The days shift; the seasons revolve;
The flowers bloom, and bloom again.
Yet my determination stands.

Volition, fortitude, endurance.
Never have I faltered, nor will I recoil.
Because I know–
That one day I shall have a different sky,
In the starry starry night,
With constellations my eyes have never met.

Were the road thorny, or swampy,
I would care not but walk on,
With the guidance from Southern Cross.
In pain we find the meaning of life;
In pilgrimage, the grace of pain.

As I’ve always believed:
Everything has a purpose–
Comprehend it,
Or apprehend it.